Is that the world drowning
in the rain
Or is that just me
submerged
in the chaos of living
Rising for a shaky breath
again, and again.
I have lost the distinction, somewhat. Or is that just me
submerged
in the chaos of living
Rising for a shaky breath
again, and again.
Who knows what life intends
What lies beyond its many bends
Where joy begins
Where pain ends
Or does it?
Well, maybe. And maybe not.
On and on I flow
Looking for my destiny
Lying curled up somewhere
Under an unsuspecting leaf
A piece of pristine ivory
Hiding the precious ebony
I'm determined to find her out
I'll rise and fall with the raging storms
Stop not for a heartbeat
Until night recedes
Giving way to a glowing morn
Until the day
When the secrets spill out
Emptying its guts
And cleansing its mouth
Until the blessed moment
Of truth
When cheese will be cheese
And chalk will be chalk
Beyond all possibility of doubt.
I'll hang on,
Hold tight, stay strong
The time will come, for indubitable turnabout.
MS
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